March
2008
My Mum is the only Mum in the world that makes me prune ice-blocks … and I love’em!

This weekend, we all went to Amed in East Bali. It was Mum and Dad’s fifth anniversary, but, to be honest, neither of them even remembered that it was till we were half way there — what a pair of duffers.
Anyway, when I get to a new place, the first thing I like to do is sleep — long and hard — that way my energy levels are at full strength for a complete appraisal of the resort. Ok, I admit to embellishing the facts somewhat — I actually arrived in Amed covered in vomit, having spewed all over myself, my car chair, Mum, her seat belt and pretty much anything else within spitting distance… but lets not get hung up on minor details…
So here’s a pic of me charging my batteries.

Then he’s a shot of what I woke up to — not bad huh

Mum and Dad had booked us all into these quick funky two-storey bungalow contraptions and I thought they were awesome as there were loads of verandas to fall off, slippery stairs to slide off and electrical cables to swing off — it was like a fun park! Downstairs was the main bed, and upstairs was a second bed — it was great – here’s a pic. That’s out shack on the left.

The resort also had a good swimming pool, though as you can see, few of the staff had children as young as me, as the deck chairs cushions were never out by the time I got up!

Eastern Bali is known for its black sand beaches — I didn’t spend much time on the beach as it was too bright for a delicate little flower like myself, but Mum and Dad really liked it, especially for the snorkelling. That white contraption in the pic is a fishing boat — more on that later.

I like to switch my cuteness into overdrive when on holiday – here’s a good example.

We did some driving around to check out some other bays, and we discovered Amed to be really beautiful and w’ll have to return again and again and again I think. Here’s a typical scene.

On the last day, Daddy decided to get up at the crack of dawn and go out with a fisherman on his boat. While they were out he saw the sun rising over Lombok (another island)

He also got a good view of the volcano…

And here’s a pic of the boatman (his name was “Made”) and the land behind them — that’s where we were staying.

So there you go, another trip in the bag and here I am off for the next one!

If you see this poor girl, please help her by giving her milk….

So, this morning I decided to wake nice and early — around 5.20am to be precise. I stretched and wailed a little … just enough to wake Ma and Pa, or well, not really wake them, rather rouse them into a semi-zombie like state so that Daddy decided to take me down to the beach for sunrise.
Once I heard him get out of the shower and grumble that he was going to come get me out of bed, I went back to sleep! What a trickster I am!
I let Daddy sleep till around 7.30am before I got him up again and this time we were going for a walk — no getting out of it this time!
So here I am in our very narrow (that’s another story) laneway, ready to hit the beach.

Around 15 minutes later, Daddy and I were safe and sound in the closest WiFi cafe to our home, which just happens to be beachfront, Sanur. While Dad had a latte (yes, he’s an Obama voter) I just chilled out and looked beautiful.

Once we were done there, we cruised along the beach boardwalk for a kilometre or so admiring the blue skies, white sands, and leathery Euro tourists then cut back inland to Batujimbar Cafe, where Daddy had another latte and ordered me a fruit salad with yoghurt and honey.
The fruit salad was pretty tasty, but I was more than content just looking beautiful … what do you think of my curls — pretty lovely huh?

After the cafe I got tired and grumpy and none of the pics Dad took are fit to be printed, but I thought I’d finish with this one — for all those who think Daddy is looking at Bali through rose-tinted glasses… Bali is soooo cool!

Love you all and see you all soon.
PS we have baby frogs in our pool and if you come and stay I’ll catch some for you.
Kisses
Lyla bear